"You really can't tell, can you?" Karyn asked, giggling. "Let's just say that I changed one of your relationships."
Jon thought for a moment. He thought of the meaningful relationshis in his life. Pete was still his friend, not his gay lover or anything. Zoe was still a goth. Even his relationships with his parents were the same.
"I honestly can't, Karyn," said Jon. Jon looked down at Sarah McMillian, his sex slave. She was still the sex slave he had purchased from the pet store when he turned thirteen. She was still the buxom, blue-eyed blonde girl that he liked so much. He loved those eyes, so big and expressive, so loyal and obedient. Good and submissive, she lived for nothing than her master's pleasure and happiness. She was even still nude, wearing nothing but her obedience collar, designed to look like a regular dog's collar, which helped to bond sex slaves to their owners, learn their desires and please them better. While he didn't expect her to know, he asked Sarah anyways. If nothing else, it might give him a new avenue to consider.
"I don't know either, Master," said Sarah. Master, thought Jon. That never gets old. "I'm still your slave girl, just like I've always been."
Jon began to worry; after all, the stone could alter memories, not only in him, but in other's as well. But what would most likely to have changed? Jon wracked his brain, but couldn't come up with an answer. "All right," he finally said. "You might as well come out and tell me. The stone probably has my memories altered so I wouldn't be able to tell anyways."
